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So I Have A Friend Who Works For Me Once A Week. She's Got E-mail, So Anybody That Must Send An E-mail, They Send It To Her And She Faxes It To Me. Sounds Like A Long Way Of Doing Things, But It Works For Me.

Sometimes Go Around With Guys Who Are Scuffling -- For Awhile. But Usually They End Up Marrying Some Cat With A Factory. This Is The Way World Ends, Not With A Whim But A Banker.

I'm Not Too Fond Of Changing Things Into Waltzes, But Sometimes That Works.

By The Way, I Got A Grammy, Which Was A Big Thrill.

It's Awful To Have To, But I've Started Thinking About That, You Know. 86. I'm Thinking, Well, Maybe I Might Make It To 90. At Least I'd Like To Have My Brains.